Honest character description essay

1. Detailed description of integrity essay, 700 words for junior high school students

Integrity means being honest and trustworthy. Since ancient times, people have carried seven bags in life: health, talent, money, honor, agility, beauty and integrity. However, many people throw away “integrity” that they consider to be a liability. However, I believe that I cannot lose my integrity. Because without integrity, there would be no lovely world like ours now!

One afternoon after school, I was walking home alone. The sky became gray, and a bolt of lightning pierced the lead-colored sky. It started to rain soon. I didn’t bring an umbrella, so I took shelter under a residential building. Suddenly, I don’t know which house dropped a ten-yuan note from the window, and it landed right in front of me. I looked around to see if there was anyone, then I quickly picked up the ten-yuan note and put it in my pocket. "Bang bang..." He jumped and couldn't help covering his mouth and snickering. I thought to myself: "Hee hee, I was sheltering from the rain but I lost money. Such a good thing happened to me. I am so lucky! I have pocket money this week. Hee hee!" I laughed. But the good mood didn't last long. I couldn't get up and thought: "What if the owner used the money to buy something, but lost the money and couldn't buy anything?" But I thought again. : "If I return the ten yuan to the owner, then I won't be able to eat delicious snacks; I won't be able to buy exquisite gifts; I won't be able to buy finely crafted and fun toys..." At this time, I seemed to have two thoughts in my heart. This kid is arguing endlessly with you and me. What bothers me even more is that they all have their own reasons, leaving me unable to choose between them. With a very complicated heart, I decided to take the money and go home first and let my mother help me make the decision.

When I got home, as soon as I walked in, my mother seemed to see that I was thinking about something. She reached out and took my schoolbag and asked with a smile: "Jing'er, what's wrong with you?" "Here. ! This is it." I took out the ten yuan that didn't belong to me from my pocket and said to my mother with a frown. My mother asked strangely: "Why does money make you angry?" Seeing that my mother was puzzled, I told her everything about what happened and my conflicting feelings. After listening to my mother's words, she said to me sincerely: "Child, think about how anxious you would be if you lost your money! Honesty is gold!" After listening to my mother's words, I thought of the seven bags in life. I couldn't lose my integrity like some people. I blushed and nodded firmly to my mother. I ran back without hesitation and asked door to door whose money it was. Eventually I found the owner and returned the money. The owner also praised me, and I said to him with a blushing face: "This is what I should do!"

In the evening, I dragged my exhausted body back home. Although I was very tired, I was still very happy, as if a big stone had finally fallen to the ground.

Through this incident, I understand the need for integrity between people. The act of doing things “with integrity” does not conflict with the desire to gain “profit.” As long as you prepare "integrity", you can gallop forever with full power!

2. A 600-word essay for primary school students "A Sincere Person", which should be described in detail, such as appearance description and actions.

A true person is the most sincere. If he is not sincere, he will not be able to move people. .

Please listen to my description below.

I remember it was the morning of the fifth day of the first lunar month. My parents and I went to visit the temple fair. Suddenly, I saw a stall selling handmade windmills, so I dragged my parents to buy windmills. As soon as we arrived, the stall owner warmly entertained us. I couldn't help but take a good look at the old stall owner. He was in his early sixties, wearing a straw hat and dressed just like an ordinary farmer. He was very kind, and looked particularly honest and honest when he smiled. He gave people a good impression. Just as I was looking at the old man. When grandpa was visiting, a little foreign boy also dragged his mother to the stall. He seemed to be very interested in handmade windmills. The grandpa entertained him warmly and took him to choose windmills. After a while, the little boy After choosing the windmill, he looked very satisfied. His mother saw him so happy, so she took out her wallet and prepared to pay. The grandfather was more experienced. As soon as the customer took out his wallet, he knew that the customer was going to pay. , raised three fingers, and then raised five fingers, which meant three and a half yuan. The foreign woman was confused, so she took out one RMB of each denomination and asked the grandfather to choose. At that time, a young man watching the excitement shouted: "Take the biggest one!" Several other people followed suit. The foreign woman seemed to understand and handed a hundred-yuan bill to the old man. Unexpectedly, the old man returned the hundred-yuan bill. He only took a ten-yuan note. What was even more unexpected was that the grandfather took out another six yuan and fifty cents from his pocket and handed it to the foreign woman. The foreign woman seemed to be amazed by the grandfather's sincerity and gave him a thumbs up. A burst of applause suddenly broke out from the crowd, and the young men who were heckled also blushed... This old man is the most sincere person in my memory. He made me understand that the real person is the most sincere. If you are not sincere, you can't. moving.

Grandpa moved me. 3. An essay describing character details, 500 words

He leaned against the screen window and looked out. The stars in the sky are so dense and busy that they make no sound at all, but it seems that they only feel that the sky is lively. A comb of the moon symbolizes a girl who has not yet grown up, but she is no longer shy when meeting people. The light and outline are fresh and dewy, and can gradually set off the night scene. The insects in the small garden grassland chatted trivially at night. I don't know where

A group of frogs are working together to whistle, as if the sound is boiling in the fire. A few fireflies swam gracefully back and forth,

not like flying, but like floating in the thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight could not reach, a little firefly flickered,

like A small green eye on a summer night.

"Good rain knows the season" happened quietly in this group of beauties. The enchanting peonies, moistened by the spring rain, become more and more beautiful and fragrant, and the beauty of the country is stunning. There are beads of dew rolling on the petals, wrapped in its attractive color, dripping silently, and getting into the grass with the lingering fragrance. The little grass

also stood up proudly, with its needle-like little head popping out, like a newborn child, moistened by the spring rain

Revealing the lovely green, newborn Green thrives in the embrace of rain. The lively colors on the grass are like pearls or emeralds, inlaid on pure cotton silk. Birds fly low and sing gracefully in the treetops when the spring rain

falls. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is infinitely beautiful!

The moon rose from the edge of the woods, emitting a cold light that made the snow-covered fields extremely white.

It made people feel even colder. Thousands of stars are like luminous pearls scattered on the sky, shining brilliantly.

As night falls, the deep blue sky is dotted with countless small stars, blinking and blinking, as if

inviting people to travel in the vast space.

The moon is like a shy girl. Sometimes she hides in the clouds, and sometimes she lifts her veil to reveal her charming face.

The whole world is soaked in dreamy silver by the moonlight. grey.

1. The aunt rolled up her sleeves and rolled up her trousers to her thighs. She moved slowly in the stream

She lifted her left foot slightly, took a small step forward, and then slowly dragged her right foot forward, as if wearing clothes

Shoes that weigh a thousand pounds. She twisted her hat straight, bowed her back, lowered her head, squinted her eyes, and made a gesture of holding something with her hands.

At this time, she stopped, stopped looking around, stared at a place on the right

without turning her eyes, suddenly plunged her hand into the water, and held a small fish in her hand.

2. She picked up the chopsticks, reached towards a plate of brightly colored dishes, gently picked up a piece, held it under the chopsticks with her left hand, and followed the chopsticks carefully. . The veins in the hands that originally had sharp veins became more obvious as soon as I exerted force. She carefully put the dish into her mouth and tasted it carefully.

3. Grandma stretched her right foot and slipped it into the shoe. Her sinewy hand tightly grasped the door frame.

She gently lifted her left foot and squeezed it tightly. I carefully inserted my stretched feet into the opening of the shoe, then pushed it in again, and then stepped on it a few times to make my feet more comfortable, and I went out with satisfaction.

4. Closer, closer, the team leader finally came to him, like a Mount Tai in front of him, shouting: "Hurry up, hand in your homework, hurry up Homework!" He smiled "hehe", his expression was so funny, and so mysterious. Suddenly, he pricked his head, like a slippery loach, passing by the team leader's arm, soles of his feet

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He ran away as if he was oiled.

5. There is an old woman on the roadside of the intersection. She is slightly hunched and has a fat body. She is struggling to hold an umbrella

and is walking hard on the empty road. The strong wind and heavy rain hit her face, and she bent forward with all her strength.

She grabbed the umbrella, took a step forward, took a half step back, and staggered forward.

Grandpa has a bronze face, a pair of copper bell-like eyes, and a

goat's beard floating on his pointed chin. He is tall and has broad shoulders. Even though he is over seventy years old, when he talks

his voice is as powerful as a bell; when he walks, he "kicks, kicks, kicks" , even the young man can't catch up.

A pink color that was redder and more delicate than a fat baby’s face appeared in the western sky. The area around the sun is the reddest, so charming. The red spreads in all directions, covering half of the sky, gradually getting lighter layer by layer until it turns gray-white. There is soft, transparent, clear, and humid air floating in the sky. Write like this. 4. An essay describing the details of the characters

The Stinky Feet Immortal

I don’t know since when, my father became more and more unhygienic, especially his feet. They really smelled. Xuntian is daunting!

That night, I was doing my homework, and my father was lying leisurely on the bed reading the newspaper. He also took off his socks, crossed his legs, and put one foot on the quilt, looking leisurely and contented. After a while, I suddenly felt a foul smell coming from the room. What was it? I searched around and finally found out that it was emanating from my father's feet, so I said to my father: "Dad, can you go to the living room and read the newspaper? Your feet are so smelly that I can't even finish my homework." Dad said After hearing this, instead of going to the living room, he smiled and said to me: "Stink? It's impossible. I just washed it clean. If you don't believe me, smell it, it still smells of soap!" Then he stretched his smelly big feet towards my face. I felt that the smell was unbearable, so I pinched my nose and ran away while my father laughed proudly.

I ran into the living room and asked my mother for help. After my mother heard me explain my purpose, she came to the bedroom. As soon as I entered the door, my mother said angrily to my father: "Hurry up and wash your feet. Don't do it." If you step on the quilt again, it will stink. If you don't wash it off tonight, you won't be allowed to go to bed!" I quickly echoed, "That's right!" Unexpectedly, my father said disapprovingly: "Why does it stink?" "It's old, I've washed it N times, smell it, it smells so good!" After that, he stretched it towards his mother's face with a playful smile. Every time he thought of his mother's sharp arrow-like eyes glaring at him, his father was so frightened that he quickly retracted his stinky feet and muttered: "It doesn't stink at all, why didn't I smell it?" Mom listened. After hearing this, he said: "Smell your socks yourself!" Dad really did as he was told, holding up the socks and smelling them hard, and there were some wrinkles on his forehead.

But he was still like a boiled duck - he had a tough mouth and said: "It doesn't stink, it doesn't stink!" and boasted: "Don't you see who I am?" "The Immortal with Stinky Feet!" I quickly added. My mother and I burst out laughing, and my father also laughed sheepishly, and hurriedly got out of bed and started washing his feet seriously.

Hey, this "stinky foot fairy", I really hope you can be more hygienic in the future and stop making big jokes. 5. Writing describing character details

Speaking of winter, tofu suddenly comes to mind. It is a "small foreign pot" (aluminum pot) boiled tofu, piping hot. The water is rolling, like

many fish eyes, with small pieces of tofu inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat worn inside out. The pot was on a "foreign stove" (a stove without kerosene), and both the stove and the pot were smoked black, making the tofu even more white. It was night, and the house was old. Although

it was lit with "foreign lanterns", it was still dark. Sitting around the table were my father and our three brothers. The "yang stove" was too high, and my father often stood up, tilted his face slightly, squinted his eyes, put his chopsticks into the hot air, picked up the tofu, and picked up the tofu one by one

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Place it in our soy sauce dish. We sometimes do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, so we still enjoy the benefits.

This is not eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night and everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; as soon as it was served

we looked eagerly at the pot, waiting for the heat, waiting for the tofu to fall from my father's chopsticks in the heat.

It’s winter again. I remember it was the night of November 16th in the lunar calendar. I was sitting in a small boat with S and P in the West Lake. Mr. S just arrived in Hangzhou to teach.

He wrote in advance and said: "We are going to visit the West Lake, regardless of whether it is winter." The moonlight was so beautiful that night, and it still looks like a moonlight when I think about it now

On the body. It turned out that the night before was the "moon first"; maybe the moon in November is really special. It was past nine o'clock at that time, and it seemed that we were the only boat on the lake. There is a bit of wind, and the moonlight shines on the soft water waves; the reflection in the middle is like new silver

. The mountains on the lake only have faint shadows left. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Junkou wrote two poems: "Counting the stars and lights

recognizes the fishing village, light ink lightly depicts the distant black marks." None of us spoke much, only the steady sound of oars. I gradually fell asleep. P Jun

"Hello", then raised his eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked if he wanted to go to Jingji Temple; it was Amitabha's birthday and it was quite lively there. When we arrived at the temple, the hall was brightly lit with candles and filled with the sounds of Buddha chanting, as if we had woken up from a dream. This was more than ten years ago

Mr. S still exchanges letters frequently. Mr. P heard that he had changed his mind several times. The year before last, he was working in a special taxation bureau to collect special taxes

Yes, there will be no news from now on.

I spent a winter in Taizhou with a family of four. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a large valley. There is only one street that is two miles long. On other roads, there were hardly any people during the day; it was pitch dark at night. Occasionally, a little light shines through people's windows, and there are torches held by walking people; but they are very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the sound of wind in the pine forest on the mountain, and the shadows of one or two birds in the sky. The end of summer arrives there, and the beginning of spring leaves, but it seems like we are always living in winter; but even if it is really winter, it is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road. If someone talks on the road, we can hear it clearly. But because there were so few people walking

, there were occasional voices, which sounded like they were brought by the distant wind and were unexpectedly outside the window. We are outsiders. Except when we go to school, we often just sit at home. My wife is also used to being lonely, and she only stays with us men. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home. Once I went to the street and when I came back, the large square window of the kitchen downstairs was open, and there were three of them, mother and son, side by side; all three faces looked at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, except for the four of us;

The sky and the earth are empty, and there are only four of us.

It was the 10th year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out of home, feeling very comfortable. Now she is almost dead

It has been four years, but I still remember the shadow of her smile.

No matter how cold, windy or snowy, thinking of these always makes my heart warm.

Zhu Ziqing Winter 6. A 400-word essay describing the details of a character

When I was in elementary school, my home was very close to the school, and my mother picked me up at the school gate every day. She would get off work early every day to pick me up, and then go out to handle the meal during dinner. Every time I cross the road, my mother always grabs my left hand with her right hand and looks at the passing cars on the side of the road. Sometimes there are too many people, and she is afraid of crowding me, so she always waits for a large group of people to pass by before holding my hand and trotting all the way to the other side of the road. It wasn't until she stood on the sidewalk that she let go of my hand and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if relieved. At that time, the corners of my mouth kept a nice curve every day.

One autumn rain and another cold. I was a careless child and always forgot to bring an umbrella when I went out in this rainy season. Well, that day, despite my mother’s repeated warnings, I left the house empty-handed. God was not kind to me that day, but it started to rain when school was over. It was not too big or too small, but it rained endlessly. I lay beside the door and looked anxiously, hoping that my mother would come to pick me up soon...

Finally, I saw my mother in the rain. She was waiting for me there holding a cute little blue umbrella. Seeing me running over, he quickly covered me under the umbrella. I tilted my head and looked at my mother, at the cute little blue umbrella, but I saw my mother's loving smiling face and the blue sky she held up for me.

On the way home, I jumped under the umbrella, and my mother trotted behind me. Despite this, there was not even a raindrop on my body. I was curious about how big this umbrella was, but I turned to look at my mother. Most of her clothes were already wet, and the rain ran down her arms. When she saw what I wanted to say, she motioned me not to speak and gave me a Calm smile. 7. Composition describing the details of the characters

1. Detailed description: Childhood memories When I was a child, I was obsessed with watermelons. Now that I have grown up, sometimes I really miss that chilling feeling.

The shadows of melons from street stalls or screens come into view, and the moment of eating melons in childhood comes to mind again: In summer, the light of the remaining days sinks into the sky, and the heat gradually disappears. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, people's spirits are particularly comfortable.

At this time, the fragrance of watermelon filled the street, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes absent. I (about five or six years old) clasped my knees with my hands, squatting on the small bench like a cat chasing a mouse, staring at the watermelon spinning up and down in the water with my small black eyes.

Through the water, the sweat on the face has long dried, and one by one, like a waterfall, hangs in the "Mianchuan". Mosquitoes "swim" around my ears, and I don't care at all.

Under a bright smiling face, there is an expectant heart waiting for the sweetness of the melon bag. When the watermelon is cut into pieces, you can see the watermelon seeds embedded in the red flesh like black pearls; the flesh is slightly cool; the juice flows down the mirror-like surface of the melon, one drop, two drops; The texture of the surface is like the finely drawn lines on the surface of colored porcelain... The happiest moment is when I hold the iced watermelon in my hands, and there seems to be a cold current flowing back and forth throughout my body.

2. The sweet mud is yellow and flying. The northwest wind is howling, and the remaining snow is rolling on the road. Although spring has begun, it is still very cold.

She was leaning against a poplar tree in front of the school, motionless, like a snow sculpture. There was a sharp ringing of an electric bell.

Her dim eyes shone with eager light. A group of singing children stepped out of the school gate without her son; another group of chatting and laughing children stepped onto the road without her son... The figures were sparse, scattered, and gone.

The big squeaking iron gate locked the silent campus. She felt dizzy and could hardly stand, so she stumbled forward, holding on to the iron bars with both hands and shaking them vigorously.

"What are you doing?" The old man in the reception room came out with a sullen look on his face. "Liang! My little Liang!" It sounded like panting, but also like crying.

"School is over.

"I know... I know..." She murmured in a low voice with dull eyes, lowered her head feebly, slowly let go of her hand, and took out a tightly wrapped bag with body temperature from the pocket of her cotton-padded jacket. Tang: "Uncle, please... give it to the child. "

"What's it called? "Wang Xiaoliang." "What grade and class are they in?" "Today just passed my eighth birthday." ”

“I’m asking what grade and class it is in.” "The old man was a little impatient.

"Oh... probably..." She shook her head in panic again. The old man looked at the nervous woman strangely: "Who are you? " His answer was tears bursting from his eyes and his back stumbling away.

The old man sighed in doubt and seemed to understand something. In the afternoon, the bag of candy finally reached the hands of Wang Xiaoliang, Class 2, Grade 2.

The child was very surprised. He had not tasted his favorite toffee for a long time. He rubbed his little hands back and forth on his clothes, thought for a moment, and gave one to each child with a smile. Give two to your best friend, and give five to the teacher respectfully.

"Eat!" "He shouted and jumped happily, and even shook off the old shoe with his mouth open. The classmates shared the joy with him amidst laughter, and only the teacher quietly turned his back... School is over, Xiaoliang was still immersed in joy and skipped towards his home.

Suddenly, he stopped and touched the remaining candies in his pocket that he was reluctant to eat. A feeling of fear came over him. In his heart. He seemed to see again: his mother raised her thin eyebrows and whispered something in his father's ear, and his father grabbed a stick and walked towards him menacingly.

He was stunned, not knowing. What should I do? He patted his pocket hard, but it didn't work. It was bulging at first glance.

He lowered his head, sucked his fingers, thought for a long time, looked around and quickly buried the candy. A small stick was specially inserted into the snow pile on the roadside. That night, Xiaoliang slept very soundly and sweetly.

He dreamed that his mother from the past came back with a smile, and her current mother came back with a smile. Mom left with her head hanging, so happy. The next day, Xiaoliang got up very early as usual. He emptied and rinsed the family's bedpans, then washed rice, added water, and stirred the fire. He sat on the pot, then put on his schoolbag and slipped out quietly with a piece of cold bun.

Unexpectedly, the ground temperature rose overnight, the ice and snow melted, and the syrup mixed with the snow water. , seeping into the ground. On the damp ground, there were a few crumpled candy wrappers and the small stick as a mark.

Xiaoliang blinked and couldn't help but shed tears. He squatted on the ground sadly and stared blankly.

After a while, he couldn't help but stretched out his frozen little fingers, picked up a little dirt and put it on the tip of his tongue - he smiled again: That dirt, Sweet. Summarize several common detailed descriptions: (1) Detailed portrait description, that is, a detailed description of the character's portrait.

For example, in "Dad's Caregiver", this is the portrait description of the patient. A detail. It is this detail that promotes the development of the plot.

(2) Detailed description of language, that is, a detailed description of a certain typical language of the character. For example, "Lu Tiha punched Guanxi." "In "Ruda beat Zhen Guanxi to death, he faked his death. This is a detail of language, which illustrates Ruda's brave and witty character.

(3) Detailed description of actions, that is. An in-depth and detailed description of the typical actions of the characters. For example, in the passage about Lu Da borrowing money to help Jin and his daughter in "Lu Tiha's Boxing to Suppress Guanxi", the verbs used are vividly expressed. It shows the different personality characteristics of the three people.

(4) Detailed description of the psychological activities of the characters. For example, in the article "Dad's Caregiver", the young Xixi is described in detail. The description of Luo's psychological activities after seeing "Dad" become seriously ill is very able to express the young man's excellent qualities of caring for his parents.

(5) Detailed description of facial expression changes, that is, the character's expression. The process of change is described in detail. In the article "Seven Matches", the description of the change in the unknown soldier's expression after he handed the match to Lu Jinyong is a detail worth savoring.

(6) Detailed description of clothing, that is, a detailed description of the character's clothing.

The professional characteristics of the person can be seen through the clothing description, and at the same time, the personality characteristics beyond the professional characteristics can also be seen. This is a good detailed description of clothing.

(7) Detailed description of things, that is, a detailed description of the development and change process of a certain thing. For example, in. 8. 300 words to describe the character details

A heart that does not want to be covered by dust will never be truly quiet. As long as it is still beating, it will pump blood and compose the rhythm of life.

Either the waves of the Yellow River, the cirrus clouds in the sky, the singing of birds in the forest, or the singing of the wind under the moon, excitement, leisurely, cheerful, bleak, and more subtle, indescribable The awareness, the heart, the heart that is unwilling to be left in the dust, all have the desire to make some noise. All the meaning of human existence is supported by this precious thing. Without it, there will be no Tang poetry and Song lyrics, no "thunderstorm" in the sky, no graceful green willows in the south of the Yangtze River, and no vast cold trees in the north.

Because of this, people are not satisfied with the great achievement of Beethoven's "Ninth Movement" which gathers the clear water of the Rhine River to irrigate the thirsty hearts and issues a call for human fraternity. With the advancement of the times, The jazz rock performance shook the earth; A Bing vividly described the poignancy of the world with his song "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", which can be called a master of his generation. However, his upright posture and blue cloth gown could not set any barriers to the women's Twelve Band.

With huqins hanging on their waists, they twisted their waist branches while stretching their arms to push the bow, and their charming navels were exposed from time to time. Despite the criticism that their appearance is unconventional, they have spread their natural sounds and youthful atmosphere to the streets of New York; the spacecraft carries the music of the earth and travels through space, hoping to seek the same understanding of human rhythms on other planets; the pots and bowls in the kitchen The ladles and even the radish and cabbage, when beaten and rubbed with a unique heartbeat, turn out to be a different kind of joyful song. 9. A fifth-grade composition of more than 210 words describing characters and details

My mother is thirty-four years old. She is tall, neither fat nor thin, and has a few light spots on her forehead. Wrinkles, always with a smile on his face.

My mother is a kind-hearted person. She taught me to be honest and generous, and she cultivated my good moral character from an early age.

There is one thing I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun was roasting the earth like a big fireball. I sat in the room and kept fanning myself, but the sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother: "Mom! The weather is too hot. I want to eat popsicles." Mom said: "Let's go, I will take you to buy popsicles." Then she took out her wallet and took me to buy it.

When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose the popsicles. My mother took out a 50 yuan note from her bag and handed it to the uncle who bought the popsicles. After the uncle changed the money, my mother and I hurried home. .

When I got home, my mother counted the money she had found and said to herself: "Hey, that's not right! One pound is 7 yuan, why did I find 45 yuan in change?" When I heard it, I said happily: "Great! The people who bought the popsicles were really confused. They gave me an extra 2 yuan. Can you give me the 2 yuan, mom?" My mother glared at me hard and said angrily: "That's too much." We should give the two yuan back, and we can’t take advantage of it. Besides, it’s not easy for people to sell popsicles.” After that, he gave the other two yuan back.

When I went to bed at night, I lay in bed unable to sleep, thinking about what happened during the day. Suddenly I understood that being a human being should start from little things, and you should not do something sorry for others just because of the little convenience in front of you.

I really admire my mother and love my mother even more.